My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him

Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Are You Satisfied, Alexander Johnson?

As soon as Alexander Johnson felt Chloe Simpson’s slight tremble, he knew she had reacted.

"No! Alexander Johnson, let me go!"

Chloe immediately denied it, turned her face away, not looking at Alexander.

"Ha, still pretending? If not, why don’t you dare to look at me?!"

Alexander reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

At this moment, Chloe was already reaching her emotional limit.

A shaky marriage, Alexander’s relentless pursuit, and the issue of AIDS—she felt she couldn’t hold on any longer.

At this moment, Alexander was still humiliating her like this.

She really couldn’t take it anymore!

"Yes, I am. I am that vile. From the moment of infidelity on our wedding night, I completely lost control of myself. In reality, I am just that disgraceful."

"I enjoy this thrill. I can’t even control myself. Clearly, my heart keeps reminding me, over and over, that I am a married woman, I’m already married, I can’t do this."

"But my body just uncontrollably reacts! Are you satisfied? Ah! Alexander Johnson. Does seeing me in pain, suffering, make you happy?"

Chloe finally couldn’t hold back any longer and screamed madly at Alexander.

Her eyes were red, her face flushed, and the veins on her neck were bulging.

Like a lamb pushed to a corner, she could only scream in madness.

After speaking, she pushed Alexander away, squatted on the ground, and burst into tears.

Alexander watched Chloe squatting on the ground, sobbing incessantly, his eyes felt stabbed, unable to take another step to corner her.

The anger that had filled his heart just now, at this moment, completely vanished.

And Chloe, she just squatted there, hugging herself tightly, crying like a child, heartbroken!

"Wahhh... I’m really just an ordinary person, a very ordinary, very ordinary person. I really just want to live my life well. Why is it so hard?"

"Why did I end up in your bed on my wedding night? Why did I drink? Why can’t I handle alcohol and get drunk so easily, wahhh..."

"Why didn’t I practice holding my liquor well? Why does God treat me this way? So unfair! Alexander Johnson, why do you hold onto me so tightly? You clearly have many choices."

"With your status, as the Young Master, countless women will throw themselves at you with just one word from you. There are many more beautiful than me, more interesting, with better figures."

"I’m just a married woman, what’s worth getting entangled with me. Wahhh... I really just want to live my own peaceful life... wahhh..."

Sometimes, an adult’s breakdown really only takes a moment.

Even the smallest thing can be the last straw crushing you.

Because you were already battered, enduring too much.

Just like Chloe now.

Alexander hadn’t done anything further, just stood there looking at her, yet she found it unbearably painful.

Alexander stared at Chloe intently, God knows how much, at that moment, he wanted to go over and hold her tightly in his arms.

Tell her she was great, without her, there was no him now.

However, thoughts of all the recent entanglements flashed through his mind, and the hand extended in the air was pulled back again.

That night, Chloe cried her heart out in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

And Alexander stood there, watching her cry.

Not knowing how long she cried, maybe worn out from crying, Chloe eventually leaned against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window and fell asleep.

Even in her deep sleep, her eyelashes bore traces of undried tears.

Yet, for some reason, this sleep seemed particularly sweet for her.

She didn’t have a single dream, so tranquil was her rest.

Since coming back from the cruise until now, she had hardly had a night’s restful sleep.

Constantly dreaming of either frenzy with Alexander or Lucas Hughes catching her in bed.

Or about divorce, with everyone around pointing fingers at her.

In her dream, it felt like she was in a very warm, very warm embrace.

In that small universe, a warm embrace cradled her, giving her a sense of peace.

She had never felt such a warm embrace before.

Even with Lucas Hughes, she had been held many times, but never felt such warmth.

Later, the undried tears on her lashes turned into a smile at the corners of her mouth.

As if a pair of hands were gently caressing her face.

The touch was so gentle, like caring for a newborn baby.

And so, Chloe slept soundly until the morning light arrived.

It wasn’t until the first ray of sunlight penetrated through the floor-to-ceiling window, warmly touching her, that she woke up.

But upon opening her eyes, she found herself sprawled by the window, with Alexander Johnson holding her from behind.

She lifted her hand to meet Alexander’s bloodshot eyes.

Bang!

Her heart missed a beat.

Was that warm embrace last night from Alexander Johnson?

He looked so exhausted, eyes bloodshot, with bags under them, and dark circles very pronounced.

Did he just hold her like that all night?